No! just upon the threshold of our blisses,
Kind Heaven must snatch away the gift it lent.
I need a little spiritual gymnastic;
The dose in that form surely would be drastic.
Svanhild.
[Has during the talk approached; she stands close to the table, and says in a determined but whimsical tone:
I’ll pray that such may be your destiny.
But, when it finds you—bear it like a man.
Falk [turning round in surprise].
Miss Svanhild!—well, I’ll do the best I can.